The Distant Legend
Mara. The name hung in the air of the reading room, sharp and singular, before Mr. Halloway even turned his chair from the window. He did not look up immediately; he finished adjusting his cufflinks, a small, precise gesture that seemed to take longer than necessary, before his gaze settled on me with the dull patience of a man observing a slow-moving insect. I stood by the circulation desk, my...
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